Sammyjo202

"I am so awesome." Awesome. …Awesome. If you check in the dictionary for the definition of awesome, Gilbert would be there…well…according to him, it was. "Then all of a sudden, the awl so awamzing, spectacular, awl so awesome adventurer explorer in awl of the world, _________ _________,  is about to face her wost toughest journey! She. Has. To go. Through. THE DEAWLY MEEDOW OF FAWERS!" Even just being a little, cute child, you were such the adventurous one. Always escaping from home to go explore the world. Just to explore every detail and discovery about this world was your main priority…well besides education a

"Gilbert! Give it back! C'mon! It's not funny anymore!" "Ha ha ha! I'll never give back your weapon!" he proclaims from the tops of a tree. "Ha ha h-!…___-___________? Are yo-you okay?" he says as he sees you crouch down, leaning against the tree, with your head to your knees, sniffling. "___________! Fu-  Shit! I didn't mean to make you cry!" he says to you as he begins to climb down from the tree to you. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Really! Here! You can have your sword back!" He says holding the piece of metal in front of you. "...Really?" you whimpered at him. "Yes, really , _______-" SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPE "What the fu-" "Well, thank y

  "This is all my fault," You cried out quietly, laying on top of the limp body that lay on the hospital bed,"If I wasn't so stupid...I'm sorry Germany."   About a week ago, you and him had gone out to do last-minute Christmas shopping. While lost in a conversation, you had failed to realize a car comming at you. Germany had pushed you out of the way and saved your life.   Sadly, tonight was Christmas Eve and he hadn't awaken yet. You remember the terrible scene that stood before you not so long ago and shuddered a bit.   Gripping onto his hand tightly, you rested your forehead on it,"G-Germany...you

Warning: There is swearing involved and some fighting. But this is a 2P story, so what do you expect? *** ‘FATSO!’ ‘SLUT!’ ‘WHALE!’ ‘WHORE!’ ‘LARD-BUTT’ ‘SLAPPER!’ Everyone is the school winced as they heard the usual argument. As per usual, Chelsea was picking on you for your weight. And as usual, you weren’t taking any of her shit. A door burst open and you two stormed out, still yelling abuse at each other. ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ she screamed. ‘NAH THANKS, YOU BOYFRIEND DID IT FOR ME!’ You yelled back. ‘LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, YOU PIG!

Hello! This story was a request from a DA follower of mine, but I hope you all like it :) Matt grunted as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.  Another long night at work had had him exhausted. He didn’t even bother turning on the light as he got there, he just sat on the edge of his bed, took his boots, jacket, and shirt off and lied down. _____ was sleeping under the covers soundly, her chest rising up and down with every breath she took. Matt didn’t know if he should wake her up or attempt to cuddle up next to her. He hated that word, but there wasn’t a very manly way to put though. She needed all the sleep she could

You were different to other people in you school. That's probably why nobody hangs out with you. You were different mainly because of your sense in style; it wasn't your fault you liked rock and heavy metal. It wasn't your fault that you liked a mix of emo and punk style. But people always treat you differently because of that. Bullies always picked on you for being different. And the thing is, you tend to get into fights that the bullies start and always end up losing just because there are more of them. You were at your locker preparing for your first lesson before you felt a sharp tug on your back combed ponytail and a rough shove into yo

        Matthew sighed as he watched college students walking, running, skating towards different parts of the campus. There was one thing he would not understand about his life, that he hated so much, and that was how he was treated like he didn't exist. He knew he lived because he breathes the same air as his classmates, ate food to survive from hunger, drank any liquid he wanted to keep from being thirsty and could speak like any other human being. The only problem was his voice, quiet as a whisper, could not be heard by others, therefore he was overlooked many times than not. Another thing that made him question his existence each day was

        The three weeks of knowing (f/n) soon turned into a month and two days. Matt had yet to tell his brother about (f/n)'s suggestion of coming over for a weekend, but he was about to. The Canadian entered the game room on the Monday afternoon once his classes were done. He saw Alfred sitting on the usual couch, playing Call of Duty on one of the stations in the college. His tongue licked his lips as he played, staying outside his mouth in determined concentration. Mattie noticed this instantly and decided to leave him be until he finished the mission he was on. He would join his brother once he could but right now he walked around and sa